Z ogby Poll

Sunni Arabs who say they will vote on Sunday: 9%
Sunni Arabs who say they definitely will not vote on Sunday: 76%
Shiites who say they likely or definitely will vote: 80%
Kurds who say they likely or definitely will vote: 56%

Sunni Arabs who want the US out of Iraq now or very soon: 82%
Shiites who want the US out of Iraq now or very soon: 69%

Sunni Arabs who believe US will hurt Iraq over next 5 years: 62%
Shiites who believe US will hurt Iraq over next five years: 49%

Shiites who want to hold elections on Jan. 30: 84%
Kurds who want to hold elections on Jan. 30: 64%

Sunni Arabs who want to postpone elections: 62%

Sunni Arabs who consider guerrilla resistance against the Americans legitimate: 53%

Iraqis who would support a religious government: 33%
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  D
While riding on a train goin' west,
I fell asleep for to take my rest.
I dreamed a dream that made me sad,
Concerning myself and the first few friends I had.

With half-damp eyes I stared to the room
Where my friends and I spent many an afternoon,
Where we together weathered many a storm,
Laughin' and singin' till the early hours of the morn.

By the old wooden stove where our hats was hung,
Our words were told, our songs were sung,
Where we longed for nothin' and were quite satisfied
Talkin' and a-jokin' about the world outside.

With haunted hearts through the heat and cold,
We never thought we could ever get old.
We thought we could sit forever in fun
But our chances really was a million to one.

As easy it was to tell black from white,
It was all that easy to tell wrong from right.
And our choices were few and the thought never hit
That the one road we traveled would ever shatter and split.

How many a year has passed and gone,
And many a gamble has been lost and won,
And many a road taken by many a friend,
And each one I've never seen again.

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,
That we could sit simply in that room again.
Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat,
I'd give it all gladly if our lives could be like that.  ¶ 1:29 AM 0 comments

  A Dog After Love After you left me
I let a dog smell at
My chest and my belly. It will fill its nose
And set out to find you.

I hope it will tear the
Testicles of your lover and bite off his penis
Or at least
Will bring me your stockings between his teeth.

-Y Amichai
  ¶ 11:10 AM 0 comments

  On Dominican Baseball ""The most amazing thing I've seen was when the cameraman in center field got so drunk during the game, he fell off the camera stand onto the warning track (20 feet below)," Byrnes said. "They didn't even bring out a stretcher, they just picked him up by all four limbs, dumped him off to the side and started the game again in two minutes. The greatest thing is ... it wasn't the first time he'd fallen off.""

Quote From Eric Byrnes, soon to be New York Met
  ¶ 10:43 AM 0 comments

  A rab Jew, very interesting individual. Jewish Arab and Iraqi all at once. Enlightening.
  ¶ 3:58 PM 0 comments

  E xcellent article about leadership and the war in Iraq: http://www.newyorker.com/fact/content/?050117fa_fact
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  Movies So recent movies:

The Aviator- Very long, extremely well done film. Teaches about an American history subject of interest, that is the life of Howard Hughes. Filming is magnificent, airplane scenes, excellent use of lens filters, and imagery to create retro while using modern techniques. All around a solid film for DVD.

Hotel Rwanda- Best in show a must see. Amazing story of humanity and political struggles. Beautifully done, best actor without a doubt, maybe best film.

Finding Neverland- OK, I admit it, I liked this movie. Johnny Depp was very cool, the women were hot, AND peter pan is just a fabulously cool story, so the story about the guy who wrote it must be cool too.

Million Dollar Baby- Way too sad and long for its own good. Part Clint Eastwood western, part rocky, part really sad movie all mixed. Worth the ticket if you like to feel real solid human pain for not such a great reason.
  ¶ 11:37 PM 0 comments

  A giant mass of stupidity suddenly found itself right int he middle of america
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  Mossy Knoll In the tundra that is Lambeau field Randy Moss, celebrated Vikings wide receiver mock mooned the Packers fans. Randy was simulating a tradition of Packers fans mooning opponents teams players as their bus leaves the stadium. This hilarious gesture towards the crowd was greeted by announcers with disgust and outrage. What a crock of horseshit this whole values campaign has become. Since when did FOX of all networks decide that this sort of hilarious spectacle was inappropriate. damnit
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  Tubular Pavement Roaming stupor is so New York nighttime,
lovely ladies crowd the bar stools on time,
phishfood, sallywag, open up for some robitussin baby,
let me in your crowded luscious broken down mind for cobwebs crowd
the tainted side of this village and sharpened knife slices the edges of the titillating flesh,
when hangovers take control of your day, turn up the radio and glare the lights for this
night will not end
  ¶ 11:57 PM 0 comments

  Frog Stilts http://www.esa.int/esaCP/SEMQDE3AR2E_index_1.html#subhead1  ¶ 4:21 PM 0 comments

  NEW MOMA MUST SEE COMING THIS FALL NYC MONDRIAN PICASSO DALI MIRO HERE TO STAY MODERN CARS HELICOPTERS ETC FREE FRIDAY FREE COLLEGES TAMAGUCHI DESIGN FILLS BIG SPACES, feature: Broadway Boogie Woogie by: Piet Mondrian, studies in lights and colors form natural patterns using minimal expressions.
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  wind tree
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  Fractals A fractal is a geometric object that has an infinite complexity and scaling that allows it to reach intermediate dimensions of space. Think of a line or square on a piece of paper. A line is one dimension, it only has one direction, a square has two dimensions it moves in two directions. But what about a line that has an infinite number of small squiggles? The other part of a fractal is self similarity, or repetition throughout its parts. This can be seen in a tree for instance, where small branches often mimic or are similar to the shape of large branches, and the tree itself. These patterns are very natural, and also very easy to simulate on computers.


http://www.fractalus.com/contest99/results.htm
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  Blogbox Data "By the end of 2004 blogs had established themselves as a key part of online culture. Two surveys by the Pew Internet & American Life Project in November established new contours for the blogosphere: 8 million American adults say they have created blogs; blog readership jumped 58% in 2004 and now stands at 27% of internet users; 5% of internet users say they use RSS aggregators or XML readers to get the news and other information delivered from blogs and content-rich Web sites as it is posted online; and 12% of internet users have posted comments or other material on blogs. Still, 62% of internet users do not know what a blog is."

If you do not know what an RSS reader is, go to Yahoo, and sign up for a MyYahoo page. Then as you add content to your page, notice the option to add RSS. Search for some of your favorite sites and/or blogs and get live news feeds from these sites to your new homepage....
  ¶ 10:17 AM 0 comments

  Little Difference Such little difference does it make right and wrong when urge comes with its overwhelming powers of desire, little difference between the lines of love and hate, life and death, disaster and celebration.
when we first met we were both so young and free, time goes by but its still just you and me.
little difference between rain or shine, but when all is said and done, there remains only one, from which we spring eternal,
  ¶ 10:11 AM 0 comments

  Obtuse Hype Show me your calculus of love, bespectacled apprentice of the Halls of learning,
I want right angles of interlocking lovers thighs, parrelograms on mattresses, and first derivatives of orgasmic joy,
interweave your sciences in an ecstatic equation that only two lovers cryptographic glances can decode,
fuse the atoms of my hearts desire in unison and tame uncertainties harsh terms.
Let true lovers be found in microscopic levels of universal plentitude, let scales cease to exist and If not, may I at least have just one kiss from mother earth before she is too frail to understand.
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  Fed's Tightening Well here we go, one day after the Wall St. Journal says we are set for lot sof growth and solid credit, the Fed says nono, we are behind the curve on inflation. +10 basis points later, in one day, and probably 50 or so on the month, and we'll see how that works out. Everyone knows credit is too loose right now and assets are inflated, why does the Fed have to wait for the stock market to blow an even bigger bubble. The deficits are going to go unphased, especially if the dollar gets a lift from credit concerns, but lets be positive here too, the American economy is still growing faster than its peers, but could it be at the expense of an eventual huge global slowdown?
  ¶ 3:29 PM 0 comments

  From Eschaton Sociopath of the Day

Andrew Sullivan:

QUOTE FOR THE DAY I: "I'd much rather be doing this than figthing a war," - helicopter pilot Lt. Cmdr. William Whitsitt, helping the survivors of the south Asian tsunami. Earth to Whitsitt: you're a soldier.

Earth to Sully: A rather large point of our massive Defense machine is its massive deterrent effect, along with the idea that we use it when we have to. We train our soldiers with the hope that they don't have to go to war, not so they make you feel big and powerful as you cheer them on to their deaths. It shouldn't shock you that a soldier would rather be helping people than killing them, even if he's willing to do the latter when necessary.  ¶ 3:28 PM 0 comments

  Jenny! http://danstheman.com/Jenny.htm

I can't believe it but someone has finally catalogued the full Jenny number catalog. You know the song 8675309, well this idiot called every 8675309 an dlisted the response by area code. And some highlights:

418: “Oui?” [Girl answered]
469: Voicemail of Reno Marsh, a loan consultant.
519: “[Girl’s voice] Hello, you reached Jenny at 867-5309. I’d love to talk to you, leave me a message, but there has been a change in me. [Guy’s voice] I’m not Jenny, not Jenny so if you still wanna leave me a message, leave it at the end of the beep. Bye!”
678: “Wow, you’ve reached this recording because you’re a loser and have no life. You must be one of the many who has dropped out of school and is living on taxpayer money. Please hang up the phone, get a job, and make a contribution to society. Goodbye!”

  ¶ 10:52 AM 0 comments

  Shades of Her Smiles When young gathering in circles, look at her witty smirk lighting and fun times in open halls and nebulous spaces. trips and time spent in spaces went without saying crushes brought friendship close. 4 yrs and promday with flowergirls, open halls are smaller now, and cloudy trips on ships are taking nearly grown Ups to new places. friends are kitten faces nuzzled on a sidewalk, with big cars and dogs walking by. even in darkness, feeling close is the sense of smell. so back in the corners of a big city, its brought together in the dawn of a new year, and surely it will exceed the size of dreams born yesterday in the shades of her smiles.
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  And then it Was Done Without a warning broken through the empty silences of nearly placed kisses,
we called to a halt the glowing fire of one minds nested joys
bring back the days of empty silences in cold hard rooms filled with big strangers,
but when you are gone its only a matter of time before the rooms full of time flying
usual suspects.
if i can find happiness anywhere, maybe it was with you, but as time lingers on we look in mirrors of long lost self and try to find meanings of where and who went with that open window to face the break of day. OK now, lets see where this is going, you say not too far but wait and look at how and why you may think that and not too fast but lets see where.
Lost with myself and looking for you in the shades of eyes where i see only myself. so come home and lets spend some life on eachother.
  ¶ 1:44 AM 0 comments

  http://www.choosetheblue.com/main.php Makin pancakes in morning is happy face, wait up for now till bedtime goes I wont be needing any more fractal like photo senses nude on the beach with an african princess waiting to pick you up from the airport, why do hihg flying voodoo artists paint portraits in the dungeons of this minds delight with confgederate flags taped to their consciousness. make me one with jah eternal one love, in reggae blown suburban sprawls where eminem is m and m, making and milling this bullshit from our milky mother merica. why not let the people know one last time the truth and done and done with our ways of old to sally forth into the opening of a new chapter
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  Frangere Hit it Up
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  2K5 with abang for shizzle, lets go skiing down the slopes of 7 am with barbie, in crack baby alley of amsterdam ave. port jefferson, let me make this be the happiest day for what you don't even know and we aren't scared to die so lets keep on trying hard to push on through
  ¶ 7:14 AM 0 comments